no peeing into wardrobes, chest of drawers or anywhere else
Bugger me,

I've always thought that buying a second hand bed or mattress was dodgy. Not any more. I'd rather have those than any other bedroom furniture. Or rather choose friends who will not piss in my wardrobe. Or rather choose friends who would not lie about pissing in wardrobes. I can't help feeling that some of the stories this week are 'my mate told his mate who told his sister, who's cousin did...'

My story.

Invited to my boss's house for a meal. Unfortunately I had a prior engagement (footie on sky) and so drank lots before the 7.30 for 8 attendance.

The taxi dropped me off and I saw a lovely pot plant my boss would appreciate. Tis mine.

Knocked on the door. Fell in the door. With the pot plant.

The next thing I remember:

I was offering my boss a blow job under the table - everyone else was still eating the lovely meal his wife had made. Needless to say he declined. I would only eat my meal on the floor because I felt sorry for the two dogs they had - read: too pissed to sit on a chair.

Everyone else took a taxi home that night but I was comatose by 10pm. My boss's wife took me back to the spare room. I knew nothing until I walked into their bedroom at 2am and shouted

'PECHOGONAS'

Two of the guests that night were Spanish. They took the piss out of me in my comatose state thinking I could not hear anything. I did.

Scared the shit out of my boss and his wife.

Pechogonas is Spanish for 'huge tits'. I walked into my boss's bedroom screaming this, carrying the pot plant I'd nicked off the next door neighbour, and as naked as his wife had put me to bed. I've kept the name ever since

Boringly. My boss rung Mr P. He picked me up and I do believe I might have been on time to work the next morning. Nothing has ever been mentioned since. Except for the nickname. I am Pechogonas
( no longer a user, Tue 28 Aug 2007, 22:33, Reply)